Yvor Winters Quotes

And you are here beside me, small, Contained and fragile, and intent On things that I but half recall—
Yvor Winters (1900-1968), U.S. poet. At the San Francisco Airport (l. 6-8). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come.
Yvor Winters (1900-1968), U.S. poet. At the San Francisco Airport (l. 16-18). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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Professors of literature, who for the most part are genteel but mediocre men, can make but a poor defense of their profession, and the professors of science, who are frequently men of great intelligence but of limited interests and education, feel a politely disguised contempt for it; and thus the study of one of the most pervasive and powerful influences on human life is traduced and neglected.
Yvor Winters (1900-1968), U.S. literary critic. In Defense of Reason, foreword (1960).
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Metal, intrinsic value, deep and dense, Preanimate, inimitable, still, Real, but an evil with no human sense, Dispersed the mind to concentrate the will.
Yvor Winters (1900-1968), U.S. poet. John Sutter (l. 17-20). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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What calm catastrophe will yet assuage This final drouth of penitential tears?
Yvor Winters (1900-1968), U.S. poet. John Sutter (l. 35-36). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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By practice and conviction formed, With ancient stubbornness ingrained, Although her body clung and swarmed, My own identity remained.
Yvor Winters (1900-1968), U.S. poet. Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight (l. 21-24). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Reptilian green the wrinkled throat, Green as a bough of yew the beard; He bent his head, and so I smote;
Yvor Winters (1900-1968), U.S. poet. Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight (l. 1-3). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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And one rose in a tent of sea and gave A darkening shudder; water fell away; The whale stood shining, and then sank in spray.
Yvor Winters (1900-1968), U.S. poet. The Slow Pacific Swell (l. 26-28). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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Far out of sight forever stands the sea, Bounding the land with pale tranquillity.
Yvor Winters (1900-1968), U.S. poet. The Slow Pacific Swell (l. 1-2). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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The land is numb. It stands beneath the feet, and one may come Walking securely, till the sea extends Its limber margin, and precision ends.
Yvor Winters (1900-1968), U.S. poet. The Slow Pacific Swell (l. 33-36). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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